When his grip over her faded, she had fled. Dark limbs carried her fleetingly over the frozen lands. Calleis had forgotten the feel of icy winds cooling her flesh, it's tug on her mane. The dark wings lay folded across her spine as she wished to only run, run, run.
Tarnished was dead.
The word had been spread on the lips of others. At first she thought they were only ill gotten rumors till the mare sought the rotted shores of the beach for proof. With the growing child in her belly, she can only smiles to see the remains of him being picked over by vultures. She can not help but smile as tears well in her eyes in a mix of happiness and disbelief. The bastard! He had beaten her, bled her, dominated her and gave her body to another to use. Calleis can feel her body shutter in anger as she fights the need to scream but instead she stuffs it down inside like a dark seed in fertile soil. Without any more consideration, she turns her back on his rot.
The field is frozen but quiet. It lay blessedly fresh with new fallen snow and a few wandering horses encased in communication. The gold eyes blink as tiny flakes catch on the length of her lashes, stroking the growth of gold tinted black fur. Deep inside she can feel the growing life and smiles gently to herself instead of feeling anger from the rape by the god king. Perhaps it will all be worth it once the little one is born.